The pope wears green shoes

Last night while I lay sleeping,
I died or so it seems.
Then I went to Heaven
But it was only in my dream

But, it seems St. Peter met me,
there at the Pearly Gate.
He said, "I must check your record"
So stand right here and wait.

I see where you drank alcohol,
and swore quite often, too.
Fact is you've done many things
that a good person shouldn't do.

We can't have people like you up here,
Your life was full of sin.
Then he read the last of my record,
Grasped my hand and said, "Come in."

He took me to the Big Boss,
Said "Take him and treat him well."
He worked in SHIPPING, Sir.
He's had his share of HELL